I Forged the Myth of the Ancient Overlords

Chapter 120: 119. Spirit Shed_1 Chapter 120: 119. Spirit Shed_1 Early in the morning, a ray of golden sunlight pierced through the gap in the curtains and fell onto Lu Ban’s face.

Sweet singing filled the room; the melody of “Unforgettable Tonight” was so captivating that even the shadow at the bedside seemed to nod its head, enjoying the music.

Lu Ban opened his eyes and saw an eyeball next to his pillow watching him.

The eyeball, attached at the end to a large clump of hair, quickly retreated into the corner of the bed and disappeared.

Yawning, Lu Ban didn’t go back to sleep but sat up instead.

After washing up, he went downstairs to buy breakfast, stepped into the elevator, and suddenly thought of last night’s events.

“I wonder how that old man is doing.”

When he reached the ground floor, he found several workers setting up a tent.

It was a funeral tent, usually facing south at the entrance, and in some places, they would even set up feasts and play all-night-long mahjong, but in Jiangcheng, which is rather urbanized, the tent only occupied a few parking spaces.

Smelling the strong scent of burning incense, Lu Ban curiously looked at the portrait inside the tent.

“…”

In the portrait was the old man he had encountered the previous night.

“So, he was already gone last night?”

Lu Ban casually inquired and learned that the old man had been over seventy years old and had not woken up after going to bed last night; he passed away peacefully and painlessly.

“Let me light some incense for the old man,” Lu Ban said to the family.

“And you are?”